There’s a cat who’s been coming to missus’ home asking for food from time to time. Picky eater. Doesn’t eat spoiled food, or rice. Only freshly cooked meat, especially fish. Doesn’t eat the bones.

So when kitty shows up, she cooks it some food.

Now that everyone’s left for Pchum Ben, my better half’s all alone.

And now kitty is outside the door of her room, terrorizing her for food. She’s even afraid to go out to take a shower.



Missus has always been afraid of cats. And afraid of being completely alone. Her place is separated from the landlord’s place by a big open stairwell. Always noisy. From the sound of kids’ cries and screams to the landlord yelling at them can be clearly heard. Kids come up to play with her to the landlord wanting her to chauffeur the kids and take her shopping.

The cat is now trapping her in the kitchen.



Any suggestions of curing her fear of cats and of being alone?

Suggested that she shoo the cat away with a broom. But the cat is hissing and screeching all angry like.
Maybe related to all the traveling souls at this time?

She’s afraid the cat is gonna jump over the broomstick and take swipe at her.

And yeah, kitty is too spoiled to be a khmer street cat. Or even Khmer. Maybe a foreigner has gone back to the province with his wife and let kitty roam?



(Stole it from another topic.)

As Anchor Moy noted above, if you feed cats they will keep coming back.

Stop feeding the cat and it will go elsewhere.

Read something about indirect communication in SE Asia. Your 'better half' might be mentioning a cat, but the story she wants to bring across isn't really about the cat I think.

If someone fed me, I’d go back. If someone seeks to prod me with a broom, I get a bit cranky.
Have I already been reincarnated as a cat? I have always, from an early age, wanted to be a cat.

I’d say her newfound pussy would just like a bit of care and attention. The occasional stroke. Encourage her not to abuse it while she’s alone.

Kitty is back. Settled into the front room. Waiting to be fed again. Missus tried cake. The cat doesn’t care for cake.



This is what kitty wants. Missus’ freshly made dinner.



After having her fill, kitty has stopped making threatening sounds.

Picky kitty.